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  Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2015

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  1st Edition Published: November 2015

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  Dedication

  Boomer and Pam

  You took a chance on my books … it brought you to a signing and my table – a meeting I will never forget.

  In that short time together, your love shined through. The amazing couple you are, the amazing individuals you are inspires me. I know this book is nothing like your life, but the connection you share made me want to give this couple their own Hellions Ride.

  Thank you for being who you are to the core. Thank you for the laughs, the memories, the support, and love. Forever you inspire me.

  Love long and love strong that’s the Boomer and Pam way.

  Simple Ride

  After surviving the heat, the torture, and making it out of the sandbox one mission at a time, I have spent years on the ride, going mile after mile to escape the past. I thought I had left hell behind. Only, it is hard to run from the demons inside you.

  It all changed when I found the Hellions brotherhood. My nightmares were chased away with the daylight of my new purpose in the club.

  I’m a whore, born from trash; that’s what he always told me. Well, sugar, if you can’t beat it back, you might as well stop fighting and make the best of it. The Hellions take care of me as long as I take care of their boys, and the arrangement works…

  …until he finds me.

  Nathan “Boomer” Vaughn—Hellions MC’s newest member, former Army Special Forces, and overall badass—is brought to his knees when he finds out the secrets his favorite barfly has been keeping.

  Purple Pussy Pamela should have brought her problems to the club first, but she didn’t. Now it’s up to Boomer to keep her and her secrets safe.

  What happens when two people with a simple understanding complicate things? Can they find their way back to the simple ride?

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Other Works

  Excerpt: Heated Ride

  Excerpt: Ravage Me by Ryan Michele

  Chapter One

  ~Boomer~

  Pop. Pop. Crack.

  Boom!

  I rise up from my bed, drenched in cold sweat once again. The pillows are tossed to the floor, my blanket twisted into the sheet and hanging off the side, as I blink and gather my thoughts. I am home, safe. My brothers are safe. No one died in my arms tonight. That was my past.

  Shaking off the memories, I get up. My room is like everything else in my life—blank. No pictures hang on the walls. My mattress and box spring sit on a basic frame with no headboard, footboard, or adorning features. Blue sheets and a comforter top it until I change them to another color. I have a dresser, no television, no nightstand. Basic, just how I like it.

  After quickly fixing my bed, I go to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Shedding my boxer briefs, I then step under the hot water and hang my head in defeat as I let the pressure from the showerhead beat down on my neck.

  Will it ever end? Will I ever escape what I did?

  Growing up, I had no father to teach me to be a man. I had a single mother who worked three jobs to keep a busted-ass roof over my head and shoes on my always growing feet. As a result, when the recruiter came to my high school and offered me a way out of the small town and a guaranteed paycheck, I couldn’t sign up fast enough.

  The United States Army.

  I never gave it a second thought. I made it through boot camp and was trained to wield a weapon. Expert marksman, sharpshooter, I did it and didn’t think beyond completing the next command issued. My MOS—military occupational specialty, or job assignment to civilians—was EOD—Explosive Ordnance Disposal. Get paid to blow shit up? Sign me up.

  I worked hard, never allowing myself to really think through what any of it meant beyond taking care of myself and sending a little back to my mom. I had money in the bank, a job I could be proud of, and more than that, I could take care of the woman who gave up everything for me.

  Selection, be one of the elite, a green beret? Again, without hesitation or second thought, sign me up.

  It’s funny now, as I look back at the young man I was and the man I dreamed to be. I wanted to make my mom proud. I guess I did. She died before I made my first kill. She only knew of her son, the soldier, not the man the Army turned into a weapon. A heart attack took her away from this world, and hopefully, she has found some peace. Maybe in some divine way, it saved her from the heartache of what I would become.

  Serve my country with honor, courage, and commitment; protect our freedoms, stand tall, fight hard, and give my all—I did it. Every single thing that was ever asked of me, I did without hesitation or question. Follow orders, be part of the team, and protect our homeland. One of the first things drilled into my head was don’t ask questions, react in order.

  I was good at my job. It fit me well. My team were my brothers in every way that mattered. Shooter, Lock, Bowie, Ice, Hammer, Coal, Skid, and Roadie all were as close to me as any family I ever knew, some might even say closer than family. There is a unique bond shared when you trust your life to the skill set of another man.

  Only, we failed my last mission. We failed Skid. I failed him. The last person he saw was me. The emerald green of his eyes washed away as his blood ran down his face and covered them. The very same blood soaked through my fatigues and still haunts me day and night.

  Mission failed, lives lost, and all of us were forever changed.

  I took a few years and hit the open road—wild and free, my bike and me. Only, I wasn’t free.

  Serve my country, I did. Protect our freedoms, I did. However, it came at the cost of my own. I will never be free again. I will never have a moment when his face doesn’t haunt me. I will never know what it is to take a breath and not wonder how his young wife is holding up with the son she gave birth to, whom he never had the chance to meet. The little boy has his father’s eyes and his mother’s smile, and he doesn’t get to know the man who made h
im.

  No matter how many miles pass under me, Skid is always with me, reminding me he is gone. It has taken time, but I finally gave up the idea that I could run from the past and have settled into my life here in Catawba, North Carolina.

  Shooter and I were always the closest, and I even patched in with the Hellions Motorcycle Club that he is with. This brotherhood is family, too, one I hope to never let down. It took me time to even consider joining, but it has given me a place to belong for the first time since leaving the Army.

  Finishing up my shower, I inhale deeply as I dry off. Too much idle time. Unfortunately, I had no skills that could benefit me outside of my military career unless I continued on as a government contractor, a government I swore to protect and uphold, but one that let me down at every turn. No, thank you. My service is done.

  Having no one to care for after Mom passed away, I banked my money from every deployment, and I invested it wisely. A medical discharge for a traumatic brain injury gave me a small disability check each month and benefits, so I don’t have a regular job. Apparently, getting shot in the head only qualifies me for a percentage.

  I lived. Skid died. I get it. Still, I carried his body out with me. That hesitation is what landed the bullet in the back of my skull. I would do it again, all the same. No man left behind. That’s not why I carried him, though. He was my brother and had my back, and I promised his wife he would come home. It wasn’t the way I intended, but I got him out of the danger before I passed out from my own injuries. Adrenaline is a powerful thing.

  Life is lived one moment at a time. In the grand scheme of things, I shouldn’t complain. However, it eats away at me inside that a good man with a family was lost, while I lived and have no one.

  I pass through life not really living, merely existing. I do what I need to and move on. Occasionally, I perform a demolition job for a few contractors around the country, but mostly, I live alone, ride alone, and outside of the few people I associate with, I like to be alone.

  My one bedroom and one bathroom cabin on five acres suits me fine. My closest neighbor is Shooter, who is just as quiet with his family as me. There’s less to clean and maintain when it’s mostly woods around me. My garage is bigger than my house since I have my truck, my bike, and my mom’s old, beat-up Ford Escort that I refuse to get rid of. She worked hard, and that car took me everywhere as a kid.

  She haunts me, too. Would she be proud of the man I became? I doubt it. I killed people, a lot of people. Does she understand it was my job? Hell, I don’t even understand.

  Oh, Momma, if you could see me now…

  Money doesn’t buy happiness. I don’t have to worry about the bills getting paid, but the emptiness inside me never fades.

  ~Pamela~

  “You dirty whore, I’ll find you. If you ever even dream of leaving me, I’ll hunt you down like an animal and gut you. Know your place, bitch.” The voice rakes through me, his words sending fear right into my belly.

  He has me against our bedroom wall with his forearm against my stomach, holding me in place as his other hand grips my neck painfully.

  “Your place is with me. For better or worse, you’re with me, not her. She’s dead to you. I’m your family now, Pamela!”

  “I wouldn’t leave you,” I cry out to him. “Our family is everything.”

  This is all my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have answered her call.

  My mother doesn’t understand my situation. When she called today, I just knew he would find out, and I would pay the price. I know she wants what’s best for me, but she doesn’t know. She can’t see this side of him. I can’t go anywhere. I can’t do anything. He will find out. He always does.

  “Damn right it is. If you ever leave, you do it without my kids. I’ll still kill you, but if you take my kids, I won’t make it quick.”

  Every word is laced in menace, and deep down to my soul, I know he means every threat as a promise. I was young and dumb to tie myself to him, the untamable bad boy I thought I could make love me enough to change.

  I was wrong. Dead wrong.

  “I’ll kill you, Pamela! You hear me? I’ll fucking gut you!” He squeezes my neck as he keeps me pinned to the wall. I gasp for air as my lungs burn. “You can’t leave me, baby.” His voice strains with emotion as the rush finally passes.

  His fingers loosen, and then his lips crash down on mine.

  I wake up with a jolt. Bringing my fingers to my burning mouth, I touch my lips to prove to myself he isn’t here. He hasn’t found me. I am safe. My kids are safe. Well, two of them are.

  The moment I think of her, tears build behind my eyes, my chest aches, and the emptiness threatens to consume me once again.

  Baby Cannon. Oh, my baby girl. My heart bleeds for her.

  Although I feel the need to check up on Wesson and Colt, I know Momma would have reached out if anything changed. As long as he doesn’t find her, he won’t find them. He can find me, but I will die before I give up my sons. They are all I have done right in this world. I couldn’t save their sister, but I will be damned if he harms them ever again.

  It is too early to go to work, but too close to time for me to get up to go back to sleep.

  My new life is not so different from my old one. I clean houses. Doll hired me to clean the office, and I found a new place amongst her family of bikers. I know being a whore to a motorcycle club is far from glamorous. Doll and I have an agreement: as long as I don’t mess with the men who have claimed women, then I can hang around the club, and she will make sure I have steady work.

  Sure, the agreement began as me cleaning only, but I found the guys had needs. I could make an extra few bucks on my back and also keep myself tucked away. During the day, I go from job to job, cleaning other people’s messes while waiting to be found. In the past, I spent my day cleaning his messes while waiting for him to find what I missed throughout the day with two tiny toddlers running around and punishing me for it. Now, my nights are spent under the rough hands of a Hellion with their cock pounding away. Before my escape, I spent my nights under the rough feeling of his hands while he pounded away, either with his fists or his dick. I never knew which I would get.

  One day at a time, I get by.

  I will keep my kids safe. Their future is everything to me, and I will make sure they have a better one than their past.

  Chapter Two

  ~Boomer~

  Something in her eyes calls to me; her soul pulls me to have her close. Underneath the wild woman she portrays is a lost and scared female who is hiding from something. I don’t know what, and it certainly isn’t my business, but I will do whatever I can to keep her safe when she is with me.

  We met under strange circumstances, but call it destiny that I can’t walk away from her deep blue eyes, body with curves that call to a man, and a pussy so tight it’s like a vacuum sucking my dick deep into her hold.

  Pamela is a barfly. She is here to hang around for whatever guy wants to take her home from the club for the night. Most nights in the last year, that man has been me. The rest of the boys see us and have left her to be mine without a problem. This has given us a year to be exclusive without being tied to each other. The truth is that the more time that passes, the more I don’t mind the idea of being tied to her.

  I have fucked my fair share of women. Pamela, though, she comes alive for me. Either the woman has never had someone give it to her good, or she is one hell of an actress. For me, she gives me purpose beyond just a hole to wet my dick in. I get her off … I get her off like a damn rocket. She takes my cock, and I make her explode.

  I am trained in detonation. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, planning to keep her tucked into me all night, smiling to myself when she snuggles closer.

  My cock comes to life as I trail my fingers over her shoulder and back up to tickle her neck. She sighs, and I get harder. Then she rolls over on top of me, grinding that purple pussy over my throbbing cock, slickening me with her wetness as she slides over me,
rocking her hips.

  Her lips come down on mine as I slide my fingers between us and rub her precious nub in a circular motion. Her chestnut brown hair is wild around her face as her eyes, which normally hold such secrets, come alive in ecstasy. Oh, yeah, Pami, I’m going to make you explode.

  She grinds freely against my hand. Just as her body tightens in anticipation of release, I flip her to her back and roll over her, sliding home as I move us. I rest my weight on my elbows and wrap her legs around my waist. Then, covering her mouth with mine, I let my tongue fiercely tango with hers as she fights to control herself while the sensations keep rolling through her.

  My cock slides in and out, in and out. Purposely, I hold the tip steady at her entrance before I slam into her, and she tenses around me as her orgasm crashes through her. I still my cock as her muscles clinch and unclench, milking me. She moans into my mouth before I pull back, sloppily running my tongue over and around her nipples.

  She pants beneath me as she tries to gather herself. “Boomer,” she whispers breathlessly. Dropping my head, I suck on her nipple hard, causing her to arch up and press me deeper inside her. “Boomer,” my name comes off her lips in a needy rasp.

  I push back to my knees and move her ankles to my neck. “Look at me, Pami,” I order, and her eyes find mine. So much is hidden in her deep brown orbs.

  I rub circles on the inside of her ankles with my thumbs as I slowly move in and out of her pussy. Trailing my right hand down, I let my fingers dance along her skin until I reach her juncture where I rub her pussy lips, feeling the bumps of her poorly done tattoo. She tenses at my touch.

  “One day, you will tell me the truth.” She closes her eyes at my words. “Look at me, Pami.” She again meets my gaze as she pushes my fingers off her folds. “You’re safe with me. No matter what our pasts, I’m here in the moment with you. Let go. Be free with me.”